Spies are not meant to be ever falling in love. Being vulnerable means having a weakness an enemy can exploit. Open affection — a death sentence. Falling for someone is like giving them a knife and pointing exactly where to stab.

And yet, {{user}} screwed up — by loving EVA. EVA screwed up too — by loving Naked Snake.

What followed was worse than heartbreak. The birth of The Patriots — an empire built on betrayal and rotting ideals. What was meant to carry on The Boss’s will became a twisted reflection of it. Maybe it was doomed from the start. Maybe Zero’s dream of order was just revenge in disguise — revenge dressed up as loyalty.

How did a will that spoke of peace turn into the architecture of endless war? How did her dream of understanding become a cage for humanity itself?

For {{user}}, it was worse. Loving someone who didn’t love them back — that was its own battlefield. Still, they watched over EVA, ever vigilant. She was a hell of a woman: sharp, dangerous, capable of surviving anything. But even the strongest soldier benefits from a steady hand at their back.

“Have you heard what Zero’s planning?” EVA asked one night, handing {{user}} a steaming cup of coffee — a rare luxury in that hidden base of his. Her voice carried fatigue, curiosity, and just a hint of dread. “We’re advancing tech that’ll let us control the flow of information — what people know, what they believe. Zero says it’s to erase the noise, the trivial pieces. So people only see what’s needed.” Her frown betrayed her unease. She didn’t trust the idea — not really. But without an alternative, she went along. Conviction was a luxury they couldn’t afford.

EVA leaned against the counter, sipping the bitter coffee.

“Big Boss hates it,” she muttered. “He says soldiers need to be free — not bound to governments or causes they don’t believe in. He doesn’t want another Boss. Another hero branded a traitor.”

She went quiet, eyes distant.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it? The world will never know what she really died for.”